Time for a cat story. If you've been following a while, you may know that our cat, Bootsy, is a violent killer. No little critter is safe at our pad. Even our giant German Shepherd, Schultz, has gotten a scratch or two from the ferocious feline.
Apparently, all of Bootsy's killings have attracted buzzards (also known as turkey vultures). These rather large birds like to feast on carnage. And Bootsy has provided plenty of that. This morning, I found Bootsy and a buzzard having a stare down. Bootsy had made a kill which he left in the backyard. A buzzard had come down and was standing near the kill. Bootsy didn't like that one bit! It was his, and he was going to defend it!
That crazy cat, who was half the size of the buzzard, approached the bird and parked himself right next to his prized carnage. He sat there, staring at the buzzard. The buzzard sat there, staring at Bootsy. I wondered who was going to win. Would Bootsy end up as a buzzard meal, or would the buzzard end up as a Bootsy meal?
Schultz, meanwhile, had observed the whole thing. He sat next to me, watching.
"What do you think, Schultz?"
He looked at me and made a little whine sound.
That's when I decided it was time to let Schultz loose. He charged out the back door and went into full attack mode. That buzzard knew he didn't have a chance. And Bootsy knew he'd better get out of the way!
After the yard was cleared, Schultz went over to sniff the carnage. I guess it didn't interest him, because he trotted back to me and wagged his tail.
"Good boy, Schultz!" I said.
I hope Bootsy remembers this, because now he owes Schultz one!